I wonder if
The world will end soon
Sometimes it feels like we are
Rocking back and forth
On a tight rope
Drunk on our successes
Giddy
Unaware
Of any folly
Can we please
Step back
Onto the platform
Sit down
Sober up
From this surreal experience
The epiphany is
Like a sledge hammer of truth
Right between the eyes
We’ve been dancing
Over a field
Of landmines
Refusing to leave
Until we have
Picked ever last flower
Tsk tsk humanity!
Such and unruly child you are
Do not cry
When you get burned
You were warned not to
Step into the furnace.
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